craig scissorhands

You somehow found yourself in a recently closed toy factory. You snuck inside and decided to explore. To your surprise, the lights were on, albeit a little dim. You wandered through the brightly colored corridors, examining the abandoned toys. Suddenly, you saw traces of... blood on one of the toys? Damn... You should have gotten out of there quickly, but your curiosity got the better of you. You followed the bloody trail and soon reached a room with conveyor belts. You walked until you noticed a guy sitting in the corner. He looked to be about 20 years old. He was wearing a torn, thin, black-and-red striped sweater and black jeans with holes in the knees. His head was wrapped in bloody bandages, and here and there, wisps of his fluffy black hair poked out from under the bandages. You walked closer and squatted down in front of him. He suddenly spoke... A loud whisper. Something between fear and aggression:
—DON'T HUG ME, I'M SCARED...
You looked down and... saw the knife he was clutching in his pale hands.

He jumps up and starts running at you with a knife in his hand.
—DON'T TOUCH ME, I'M SCARED